tales from an ordinary world

2002-09-29

It's another Sunday full of guilt over Saturday's spending and indulgence in vice and noise. I feel like I have to pull back the reins today, to avoid any further incursion. I didn't expect to hear Calexico being played in City Cafe, but the laidback soothing tones (it was their cover of American Music Club's Chanel No. 5) calm my anxiety a little. My bagel toppled sideways, so I went for the knife-and-fork option today. I was never sure of the "correct" eating method, though it's always more satisfying to eat it with one's hands, whereupon you get to enjoy the bread while it's still hot (at least for the first half).

The day was full of odd little occurrences - I saw a car speed by with a license plate saying "jalan2" (as in "jalan jalan" - "to walk" in Indonesian), which seemed like an odd thing to put on a car - maybe he hates walking ? A little later while walking home, a man struggled along the pavement on the other side of the road on his two crutches - a girl was walking the other way but when she saw him, she moved out and walked along the edge of the road rather than passing him on the pavement. This disturbed me. I caught two exhibitions in the local art gallery, one of which was a set of photographs of a guy's mother in law. All of the photos of her were out of focus (though the background was always nice and sharp), as if it were some kind of cry for help.